There are no clouds.
Heaven is deep blue and green.
A lawn mower coughs in the distance.
It is not ... nor was it ... a Silent Holy Night as Michael Buble is now telling me.
I went to a meeting last night that went to crazy places.
After getting home I tell Sarah about it and she's very protective of me and we talked long and hard into the night which makes for ... restless nights.
We both had one.
Then we both talk about it at breakfast this morning.
My entire morning's being cannibalized by last night.
I think it's mostly stupid stuff.
Everyone else believes it the end of the world.
I've been through the end of the world several times.
It's not all that and I don't want to do it again.
So I'm not.
I love my wife.
I love my life.
I love my children.
I love her children (especially Maddie at the moment who got the boy!).
I love warm weather, blue skies, Palm Trees, salty air, choirs of cicada, my Mom, Aunt Diane, the Breakfast Club, the Carnival of Friends, Tuesday Night Jams, Georgia football and Bar Church.
I love Darlene Love singling "Nobody ought to be alone on Christmas."
I love far more than I don't.
And I'm not going to give much to things I don't love.
I don't think you should either.
Have a lovely day!
I'm going to.
